I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.

Pretty much every one of these kids reminded me of something that either I or my little brother did when we were kids. Some of them remind me of things that we do know. Like they say, boys never really grow up, we just get more expensive toys.